Atticus stared at the ground intently. A few seconds passed, and a faint glow began to seep from it.
His gaze sharpened.
'It's the ground.'
Not a mine, not a random attack, it was the ground itself.
Atticus moved instantly, slipping behind a nearby tree as he watched the light intensify before erupting in a violent blast.
'It triggers when I remain in one spot for too long.'
He began moving through the forest. Though his pace was slow, the ground showed no reaction.
Atticus frowned.
'Is it a clue?'
He had already experienced how cryptic the life weapon could be during the fifth trial. He wouldn't be surprised if this entire setup was meant to convey something to him.
He let his thoughts settle as he moved.
'What does it mean?'
"Still pretending you're above it?"
Atticus' hand snapped toward his katana. He turned sharply toward the voice, staring at a white haired man now standing ahead of him.
